Spelling

I stop my finger Under the world ‘’wonder’’ And spell its each letter Like I peel a fruit A smell of life I get in my nostrils Before I complete the first syllable Each letter is a layer Paves the way to form a phase Till I reach to a syllable To have a pause Before I take the stress The sound it produces Resonates with the tune of life Casting a deadly spell upon me Whose grip will never loose Till the string of surprise is cut And I i am put to rest in grave .